The city of Townsville, where there's always trouble brewing, even in the most unlikely of places. For instance, in the quaint little beauty shop down the road from the museum, the king of chaos, the prince of perversion, the eidolon of evil, HIM, was preparing to—buy lipstick?
"Hello, clerk," said HIM, in his eerie, echoing, feminine voice, "would you mind telling me where your 'Devious Viper' lipstick is?"
The woman behind the counter glared at him. "If you were paying attention, you'd know you can only get that color though our special-order catalogue."
HIM grinned. "Oh, that's right. Silly me! I'll remember next time." He walked out of the shop, inwardly making himself a mental note to make the clerk spontaneously combust later that night.
He was just about to travel back to his dimension, when none other than the Mayor and Ms. Bellum drove up, in a black limousine. HIM, curious, decided to stick around to see what they were up to.
Ms. Bellum got out of the limousine. "Mayor," she said, "I know you're worried about me slipping off somewhere to avoid cleaning your bunny slippers, but following me here is ridiculous. I just need to get some more nail polish!"
The mayor was sweating. "But Ms. Bellum, the last time you left City Hall without me, you didn't come back in all day!"
"That was because you put a deadbolt on all the doors, Mayor."
The mayor just blinked, clearly not remembering. Then, he noticed the cross-dressing demon behind Bellum. "Look behind you! It's that fruity lobster!"
HIM, who was leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"
"I said it's that fruity lobster," said the mayor. "Don't tell me you need a hearing aid too!"
HIM straightened up and forced himself to grin again. "Oh, well, I'll take the fruity as a compliment to my compelling personality." He snarled. "But I am not a lobster!" he roared.
HIM spat his acid spit at the mayor. Ms. Bellum quickly picked up the mayor in her arms and ran down the street. She turned to look behind her, and saw the limousine was just a black puddle on the pavement.
HIM raised his left claw, preparing to fire a blast of plasma their way, but he decided that it wasn't worth his time.
Why bother attracting those loathsome powerpuff insects over this? he thought. It's not as if anybody besides that brain-dead politician would think such a thing.
